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My car rounds the corner, riding the path to the body shop. When I spot Alex leaning on his motorcycle waiting for me in the parking lot, my pulse skips a beat.Oh, boy. I'm in trouble. By Simone Elkeles Corner Riding Shop Car Rounds

One night is awaiting us all, and the way of death must be trodden once.[Lat., Omnes una manet nox,Et calcanda semel via leti.] By Horace Lat Omnes Once Leti Night

I seen her on the ave, spotted her more than once.Ass so fat that you could see it from the front ... By Mos Def Ave Spotted Front Onceass Fat

Ek gret effect men write in place lite; Th'entente is al, and nat the lettres space. By Geoffrey Chaucer Thentente Lite Space Gret Effect

821 Cornelia Avenue By Joan Wehlen Morrison Cornelia Avenue

First Church of the Unleaded God & Ace High RefineryWELCOMEKEEP OUT By Neal Barrett Jr. God Ace Church Unleaded High

Mild-mannered Abe, however, is Tarzan of the traffic jungle. He knows the strict species pecking order: pedestrians are on the bottom and run out of the way of everything, bicycles make way to cycle-rickshaws, which give way to auto-rickshaws, which stop for cars, which are subservient to trucks. Buses stop for one thing and one thing only. Not customers - they jump on while the buses are still moving. The only thing that can stop a bus is the king of the road, the lord of the jungle and the top dog.The holy cow. By Sarah Macdonald Abe Tarzan Stop Thing Mildmannered

ASS, n. A public singer with a good voice but no ear. By Ambrose Bierce Ass Ear Public Singer Good

The Ainu youth came upon a band of Ainu hunters passing through the area. "What is this area called?" he asked them."Do you really think this asshole of a terrain even deserves a name?" they replied. By Haruki Murakami Ainu Area Youth Band Hunters

The car slid along Los Angeles to Fifth, east to San Pedro, south again for block after block, quiet blocks and loud blocks, blocks where silent men sat on shaky front porches and blocks where noisy young toughs of both colors snarled and wise-cracked at one another in front of cheap restaurants and drug-stores and beer parlors full of slot machines. (Pickup on Noon Street) By Raymond Chandler Blocks Pedro Los Angeles San

Of agitating good roads there is no end, and perhaps this is as it should be, but I think you'll agree that it is high time to agitate less and build more. [Here is] a plan whereby the automobile industry of America can build a magnificent "Appian Way" from New York to San Francisco, having it completed by May 1, 1915 and present it to the people of the United States. By Carl G. Fisher End Build Agitating Good Roads

The venal herd.[Lat., Venale pecus.] By Juvenal Lat Venale Herd Pecus Venal

Afoot and lighthearted I take to the open road, healthy, free, the world before me. By Walt Whitman Healthy Free Afoot Road Lighthearted

Would you that ever find yourself walking the Road, trudging without purpose, seeking some journey's end, I give you this warning. The Road is a living being. She is an enchantress and She has a long reach. By Caiseal Mor Road Trudging Purpose Seeking End

So the avenues we walk down,full of bodies wearing faces,are full of hidden talent:enough to make pianos moan,sidewalks split,streetlights deliriously flicker. By Tony Hoagland Talent Flicker Avenues Walk Downfull

Aelin of the wildfire. By Sarah J. Maas Aelin Wildfire

On the wall of this yard there was the wording, painted in high letters: Reliable Autos. We get you there."Get you where?" asked Fanwell. Chobie smiled. "Where you want to get. That's where everybody's heading, after all. To where they want to get. By Alexander Mccall Smith Reliable Autos Wording Painted Letters

The road, more than simply a system of regulations and designs, is a place where many millions of us, with only loose parameters for how to behave, are thrown together daily in a kind of massive petri dish in which all kinds of uncharted, little-understood dynamics are at work. There is no other place where so many people from different walks of lifedifferent ages, races, classes, religions, genders, political preferences, lifestyle choices, levels of psychological stabilitymingle so freely. By Tom Vanderbilt Place Road Designs Behave Uncharted

The car has become the carapace, the protective and aggressive shell, of urban and suburban man. By Marshall Mcluhan Carapace Shell Man Car Protective

A black Mercedes Benz 450 SL pulled up. It was your classic hood auto beloved of terrorists, pimps and African dictators. By Adrian Mckinty Benz Mercedes Black Pulled African

Instead, my heart was pounding like crazy as the driver pulled into the long circular drive that would bring me to the front of the Rosewood Academy for Academic Excellence - my new home for the next ten months. The windows of the car were tinted, so no one could see in, but as I was in one of several limos (mixed in with Range Rovers, Audis, Mercedes' and other cars of the famous and wealthy), no one really paid attention. And, By Katrina Abbott Excellence Rosewood Academy Academic Months

Kiss my ass Rath Roiben Rye By Holly Black Rye Rath Roiben Kiss Ass

Trust not to outward show.[Lat., Fronti nulla fides.] By Juvenal Lat Fronti Trust Show Fides

An Omelet a la Feb," she corrected him. "I can't say that," he told her."Why not?""I'm a man, Feb. I don't say shit like, 'a la' anything. By Kristen Ashley Feb Omelet Corrected Feb Her

side of Vicki's, with Alfred on the other, By Gordon Basichis Vicki Alfred Side

Aoibheann ("Who on earth could pronounce that? By Claire Allan Aoibheann Earth Pronounce

The avant-garde in every field consists of the lonely, the friendless, the uninvited. All progress is the product of the unpopular. By Chuck Palahniuk Lonely Friendless Uninvited Avantgarde Field

beautiful street in the Western world. By James Lee Burke Western Beautiful World Street

When you drive down Cemetery Road, the angel appears to be looking directly at you. Yet once you pass the monument and look back over your shoulder, the angel is still looking at you. Thus the appellation: the Turning Angel. By Greg Iles Road Cemetery Angel Drive Directly

Darius Goes West. By Donald Miller West Darius

The dusk runs down the lane driven like hail;Far off a precise whistle is escheatTo the dark; and then the towering weak and pale ... By Allen Tate Hail Dark Pale Dusk Runs

The most beautiful highway in the world By Dave Pelzer World Beautiful Highway

And on Ammu's road (to Age and Death) a small, sunny meadow appeared. Copper grass spangled with blue butterflies. Beyond it, an abyss. By Arundhati Roy Death Ammu Age Road Small

Somewhere nere Ogallala, about six hours into that majestic, maddening prairie, I realize that half an hour has passed since I've seen a vehicle in either direction.Oh, I think, as I finally see a pair of headlights draw nigh in the eastbound lane, so this must be where the West begins. By Lily Burana Ogallala West Majestic Maddening Prairie

The driver drove by roadway Braille By James Ellroy Braille Driver Drove Roadway

This is the city of disguises. By Jeanette Winterson Disguises City

Military parades roll down the Champs-Elysees, but pedestrians stroll up ["East Meets West on the Champs-Elysees," Metropolis, March 2006, p73] By Veronique Vienne Metropolis March Champselysees East Meets

There is a lovely road that runs from Ixopo into the hills. These hills are grass-covered and rolling, and they are lovely beyond any singing of it ... By Alan Paton Ixopo Lovely Hills Road Runs

Alpha of the Vltava Pack. Been around since the Middle fucking Ages. Apparently a baker-of all the sodding things for a fearsome Alpha to be. We are glad we don't have to tell people our Alpha is a motherehumping baker. By Patricia Briggs Pack Vltava Alpha Ages Middle

There are some masters from whom you can learn good things. Streets are one of those masters! By Mehmet Murat Ildan Things Masters Learn Good Streets

A shadow strolled past the car, indifferent to our curbside melodrama. This was my second time imperiled in a a parked vehicle in the space of three hours. I wondered what goonish spectacles I'd overlooked in my own career as a pavement walker. By Jonathan Lethem Car Indifferent Melodrama Shadow Strolled

On this roadwhere nobody else travelsautumn nightfall. By Matsuo Basho Nightfall Roadwhere Travelsautumn

The slick bare tar, the same suburban station. By Robert Lowell Tar Station Slick Bare Suburban

I moved along ancient streets, enchanted by names that sounded like songs: Rua da Agonia, Avenida dos Amores, Travessa de Chico Diabo. Our visit to Salvador took place during a period when the local government, or someone acting in its name, was trying to renew the old city, and was closing down the thousands of brothels. But the project was only at midpoint. At the feet of those deserted and leprous churches embarrassed by their own evil-smelling alleys, fifteen-year-old black prostitutes still swarmed, ancient women selling African sweets crouched along the sidewalks with their steaming pots, and hordes of pimps danced amid trickles of sewage to the sound of transistor radios in nearby bars. The ancient palaces of the Portuguese settlers, surmounted by coats of arms now illegible, had become houses of ill-repute. By Umberto Eco Rua Agonia Avenida Amores Travessa

anchor, v.: I drift, I drift, I drift, you stay. By David Levithan Drift Anchor Stay

Annie had made so many mistakes, and most of them had been because she'd planted herself firmly in the middle of the road. But now she knew that life without risk was impossible, and if by chance you stumbled across a safe, serene existence, it was because you'd never really reached for anything in the first place. By Kristin Hannah Annie Mistakes Road Made Planted

The village is the place to which the roads tend, a sort of expansion of the highway, as a lake of a river ... The word is from the Latin villa, which together with via, a way, or more anciently ved and vella, Varro derives from veho, to carry, because the villa is the place to and from which things are carried ... Hence, too, the Latin word vilis and our vile, also villain. This suggests what kind of degeneracy villagers are liable to. They are wayworn by the travel that goes by and over them, without traveling themselves. By Henry David Thoreau Place Latin Tend Highway River

After a time Ara had to do her chores, leaving me on the porch with a fresh infusion of tea to drink, her garden to look at, and her words to consider.Not that I got very far. There were too many questions. Like: Where did those guards go? Azmus had overcome one, but I didn't remember having seen any more. Then there were the unlocked doors. The one to my cell could be explained away, but not the outside one. If there was a conspiracy, was Azmus behind it? Or someone else--and if so, who; and more importantly, to what end?It was just possible that those dashing aristos had contrived my escape for a game, just as a cruel cat will play with a mouse before the kill. Their well-publicized bet could certainly account for that. The wager would also serve very nicely as a warning to ordinary people not to interfere with their prey, I thought narrowly.Which meant that if I'd left any clue to my trail, I had better move on. Soon. By Sherwood Smith Ara Chores Leaving Drink Time

The streets of L.A. undulate over short hills as though a finger is poking the landscape from underneath ... laid over this crosshatch are streets meandering on the diagonal creating a multitude of ways to get from one place to another by traveling along the hypotenuse. These are the avenues of the tryst which enable Acting Student A to travel the eighteen miles across town to Acting Student B's garage apartment in nine minutes flat after a hot-blooded phone call at midnight. By Steve Martin Undulate Underneath Streets Acting Student

Reckless archaism. Arpeggiating under the influence. Presto in an andante zone. By Richard Powers Reckless Archaism Arpeggiating Influence Presto

The avenues in my neighborhood are Pride, Covetousness and Lust; the cross streets are Anger, Gluttony, Envy and Sloth. I live over on Sloth, and the style on our street is to avoid the other thoroughfares. By John Chancellor Gluttony Sloth Pride Covetousness Lust

A street is a story in asphalt - so it's a paradox that the streets are the one place where the movies play fast and loose with continuity, something to which L.A. streets lend themselves as naturally as does the city's psyche. By Steve Erickson Asphalt Continuity Psyche Streets Story

The untarred road wound away up the valley, innocent as yet of motor-cars, wound empty away to other villages, which lay empty too, the hot day long, waiting for the sight of a stranger. We By Laurie Lee Wound Empty Valley Innocent Motorcars

I walk down the center of the street in our old neighborhood. I recognize the cracked building with the graffiti of an angel that has the words 'Who will guard against the guardians? By Susan Ee Neighborhood Walk Center Street Words

Getting from La Jolla to Alta Vista State Hospital isn't easy, unless you have a car or a breakdown. April's Father had a breakdown and they got him there in no time. By Tobias Wolff Jolla Alta Vista State Hospital

the road is life By Jack Kerouac Life Road

Silena, take the Aphrodite crew to the Queens-Midtown Tunnel."Oh my gods," one of her sisters said. "Fifth Avenue is so on our way! We could accessorize, and monsters, like, totally hate the smell of Givenchy. By Rick Riordan Tunnel Silena Aphrodite Gods Crew

I have undertaken vengeance. I want Liberty and Equality to reign in Saint-Domingue. I work to bring them into existence. Unite yourselves to us, brothers, and fight with us for the same cause. By Toussaint Louverture Vengeance Undertaken Liberty Equality Saintdomingue

AMEL (A'MEL) n.s.[email, Fr.]The matter with which the variegated works are overlaid, which we call enamelled. The materials of glass melted with calcined tin, compose an undiaphanous body. This white amel is the basis of all those fine concretes that goldsmiths and artificers By Samuel Johnson Amel Email Overlaid Enamelled Amel

Beyond a certain speed, motorized vehicles create remoteness which they alone can shrink. They create distances for all and shrink them for only a few. A new dirt road through the wilderness brings the city within view, but not within reach, of most Brazilian subsistence farmers. The new expressway expands Chicago, but it sucks those who are well-wheeled away from a downtown that decays into a ghetto. By Ivan Illich Speed Motorized Create Shrink Vehicles

To accomplish our destiny it is not enough to merely guard prudently against road accidents. We must also cover before nightfall the distance assigned to each of us. By Alexis Carrel Accidents Accomplish Destiny Guard Prudently

The high road is something very, very long, of which one cannot see the end - like human life, like human dreams. There is an idea in the open road, but what sort of idea is there in travelling with posting tickets? Posting tickets mean an end to ideas. Vive la grande route and then as God wills. By Fyodor Dostoyevsky Human Long Life Dreams Road

In French: La Fugitive, Albertine disparue Also translated as: The Sweet Cheat Gone, Albertine Gone By Stephen Fall Albertine French Fugitive Sweet Cheat

toward the Mount.4 By Dante Alighieri

We're taking a ride down the Kashirksy Highway By Victor Pelevin Highway Kashirksy Taking Ride

Down the steep track into the village a car was coming. A car so fantastically powerful, so superlatively beautiful that it had all the nature of an apparition. By Agatha Christie Coming Car Steep Track Village

On the road, he was alive, vibrant, moving. It didn't afford the freedom of a jet plane flying through a clear sky, but a highway offered something almost as profound, an entry into the secret regions of the earth where towns with foreign, unrecallable names were violated once, then forgotten for all time. By Pat Conroy Vibrant Moving Road Alive Sky

Aya overflows with acheor power. When the accent is taken off it, achedescribes, in English, bone-deep pain. But otherwise acheis blood..fleeing and returning ... red momentum. Acheis, acheis is is, kin to feara frayed pause near the end of a thread where the clothe matters too much to fail. The kind of need that takes you across water on nothing but bare feet. Ache is energy, damage, it is constant, in Aya's mind all the time. She was born that waypowerful, half mad, but quiet about it. By Helen Oyeyemi Power Acheis Overflows Acheor English

Incandesce, v.: You are the light of the far-off town, the promise on the dark path. By David Levithan Incandesce Town Path Light Faroff

Antilochus! You're the most appalling driver in the world! Go to hell! By Homer Antilochus World Hell Appalling Driver

Except for the severe coloring, Arsinoe does not look much like a queen. Her hair is rough, and they cannot keep her from cutting it. Her black trousers are the same ones she wears everyday, and so is her light black jacket. The only piece of finery they could get her into for the occasion was a new scarf that Madrigal found at Pearson's, made from the wool of their fancy, flop-eared rabbits. By Kendare Blake Arsinoe Coloring Queen Severe Black

I love street, adore street. Life is about mixing things and to be divine in the streets. Voila! By Polly Allen Mellen Street Adore Love Streets Voila

turnpike itself. Garraty By Richard Bachman Garraty Turnpike

Don't call me Alessandro, or this could get ugly. Oh, then may I call you Alice? By E. Lockhart Alessandro Ugly Alice Call

Boulevards are like people: similar in their youth, they undergo gradual change according to what ferments in them. By M. Ageyev Boulevards People Similar Youth Undergo

The car has become an article of dress without which we feel uncertain, unclad, and incomplete in the urban compound. By Marshall Mcluhan Unclad Uncertain Compound Car Article

Thank You! Thanks very much. NMH couldn't make it,but we're Ashland Avenue, and we're here to rock!" No, I think. You're Ashland Avenue and you're here to suck. We thought Neutral Milk Hotel was playing?" and I look down and say, "MeI stammer for a second, and then say "too. I'm here for them too." The girl leans into my ear to shout above the atonal arrythmic affront to decency that is Ashland Avenue. "Ashland Avenue is no Neutral Milk Hotel. By John Green Ashland Avenue Milk Neutral Hotel

May I drive?" "You think I'd consider handing over the reins of this remarkable equipage?" He replied with feigned superiority. For generations, the Earls of Blackmoor had prided themselves on having the most current and impressive modes of transportation. The most recent earl was no different, and the brand-new curricle in which they were riding was certain to be the envy of many. "Indeed. I think you'd enjoy the experience of teaching me how." "I've had this curricle for less than a week, Alex. You're not driving." Alex replied with a comic pout, "I shall convince you otherwise, my lord. I warn you." "Indeed? Well you are welcome to try, my lady." He By Sarah Maclean Drive Alex Replied Curricle Blackmoor

Through the windshield Isaw the mark of theseghettos - the abundance ofbeauty shops, churches,liquor stores, andcrumbling housing - and Ifelt the old fear. Throughthe windshield I saw therain coming down insheets. By Ta-Nehisi Coates Isaw Ifelt Theseghettos Shops Churchesliquor

A just fortune awaits the deserving.[Lat., Fors aequa merentesRespicit.] By Statius Lat Deserving Merentesrespicit Fortune Awaits

What is this word that broke through the fence of your teeth, Atreides? By Homer Atreides Teeth Word Broke Fence

There is no denying that there are 'royal roads' through existence for the upper classes; for them, at least, the highways are macadamized, swept, and watered. By Letitia Elizabeth Landon Swept Royal Classes Macadamized Watered

The road is a word, conceived elsewhere and laid across the country in the wound prepared for it: a word made concrete and thrust among us. By Wendell Berry Word Conceived Road Laid Country

What is a street? It is where the living weep, where the dead go off in silence to their peace. By William, Saroyan Street Weep Peace Living Dead

Lisbon Taxi,' a woman said, 'where the mileage is always smileage. How may we help you today? By Stephen King Taxi Lisbon Smileage Woman Mileage

8819Passers-by,Out of your many facesFlash memories to meNow at the day endAway from the sidewalksWhere your shoe soles traveledAnd your voices rose and blentTo form the city's afternoon roarHindering an old silence. By Carl Sandburg Silence Facesflash Memories Menow Day

Almost all Americans would recognize Anchorage, because Anchorage is that part of any city where the city has burst its seams and extruded Colonel Sanders. By John Mcphee Sanders Anchorage Americans Colonel City

Some roads are so beautiful that you cannot know not whether you travel on the road or the road travels in you! By Mehmet Murat Ildan Road Beautiful Travel Travels Roads

One is too taken up with all that one sees and hears in Paris, however strong one is, and what I do here [in Etretat] will at least have the merit of being unlike anyone else, at least I believe so, because it will simply be the expression of what I, and only I, have felt. By Claude Monet Paris Etretat Felt Hears Strong

It is possible that the chauffeurs of Moscow are very rich and happy people, but they are necessary, since it is difficult for a foreigner to get a driver's license. One correspondent took his examination for a license, but he failed on the question, "What does not belong on an automobile?" He could think of many things that did not belong on an automobile and finally picked one, but he was wrong. The proper answer was "mud. By John Steinbeck Moscow License People Belong Chauffeurs

I ain't rich, but Lord I'm free. Amarillo by morning, Amarillo is where I'll be. By George Strait Lord Amarillo Rich Free Morning

We are going to tickle some Aes Sedai under the chin, rescue a mule, and put a snip-nosed girl on the Lion Throne. Oh, yes. That's Aviendha. Don't look at her crosswise, or she'll try to cut your throat and probably slit her own by mistake. By Robert Jordan Throne Aes Sedai Lion Chin

Every evening the girls of the house gathered about me on the mats, and after chasing away Kory-Kory from my side - who nevertheless, retired only to a little distance and watched their proceedings with the most jealous attention - would anoint my whole body with a fragrant oil, squeezed from a yellow root, previously pounded between a couple of stones, and which in their language is denominated 'aka'. And most refreshing and agreeable are the juices of the 'aka', when applied to ones, limbs by the soft palms of sweet nymphs, whose bright eyes are beaming upon you with kindness; and I used to hail with delight the daily recurrence of this luxurious operation, in which I forgot all my troubles, and buried for the time every feeling of sorrow. Sometimes By Herman Melville Aka Mats Side Retired Attention

I don't need much Haven, but I do need you. By J.m. Darhower Haven

Heights - an orange-vested Caltrans crew, stupidest agency in the state, taking petty-fascist satisfaction in blocking off two lanes. I sat, idling along with the Seville, rolled a foot or two, sat some more, finally got past La Cienega. Unmindful of the noise and the dirt. New focus: yearning to feel useful. By Jonathan Kellerman Caltrans Heights Crew Stupidest State

The shops in High Street still have their metal grilles down, blank-eyed and sleeping. My name is scrawled across them all. I'm outside Ajay's newsagent's. I'm on the expensive shutters of the health food store. I'm massive on Handie's furniture shop, King's Chicken Joint and the Barbecue Cafe. I thread the pavement outside the bank and all the way to Mothercare. I've possessed the road and am a glistening circle at the roundabout. By Jenny Downham High Street Blankeyed Sleeping Metal

We crossed the Avenue Bosquet against the light and then we made an arbitrary left into the Rue Jean Nicot. Joe stopped at a tabac and bought cigarettes. I would have smiled if I had been able to. The street was named after the guy who discovered nicotine. By Lee Child Nicot Avenue Bosquet Rue Jean

Eyes, golden-brown curls and crimson cheeks. She laughed too much to please her father's congregation and had shocked old Mrs. Taylor, the disconsolate spouse of several departed husbands, by saucily declaring - in the church-porch at that - "The world ISN'T a vale of tears, Mrs. Taylor. It's a world of laughter." Little dreamy Una was not given to laughter. Her braids of straight, dead-black hair betrayed no lawless kinks, and her almond-shaped, dark-blue eyes had something wistful and sorrowful in them. Her mouth had a trick of falling open over her tiny white teeth, and a shy, meditative smile occasionally crept over her small face. She was much more sensitive to public opinion than Faith, and had an uneasy consciousness that there was something askew in their way of living. She longed to put it right, but did not know how. Now and then she dusted the furniture - but it was so seldom she could find the duster because it was never in the same place twice. And when By L.m. Montgomery Taylor Mrs Goldenbrown Cheeks Curls

Los Angeles is a city of few hard targets. Its iconic buildings are private spaces, mostly residential, visible by invitation only or in the pages of a Taschen book. Its central industry is as mirage-like as the projection of light on a screen. By Dana Goodyear Angeles Los Targets City Hard

The row of villas which lines Western Avenue is like a row of pink graves in a field of grey; an architectural image of middle age. Their uniformity is the discipline of growing old, of dying without violence and living without success. They are houses which have got the better of their occupants, whom they change at will, and do not change themselves. Furniture vans glide respectfully among them like hearses, discreetly removing the dead and introducing the living. Now and then some tenant will raise his hand, expending pots of paint on the woodwork or labour on the garden, but his efforts no more alter the house than flowers a hospital ward, and the grass will grow its own way, like grass on a grave. By John Le Carre Row Western Avenue Grey Age